A/N: Don't worry, I'm going on with Just because. I wrote that ages ago, as I fell in love with that ship. The prologue is not very long, but I promise it's getting more!

Disclaimer: Not JKR.

Hermione Granger was on the way to her first ever class in Transfiguration. She was desperate – the lesson would start in ten minutes and she still hadn't found the classroom. She sat down next to a statue of a wizard who was beaten up by trolls, and tried to arrange her thoughts. She had looked everywhere in the floors, she had been in the dungeons, tried every staircase she could find. It was so difficult to find something in Hogwarts, where everything seemed to change position and many things were hidden. There were hidden doors, steps which vanished, staircases which changed and doors which pretended to be doors. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to remember where she hadn't looked yet, and some passing Slytherins pointed at her and laughed. Hermione buried her face in her hands and wanted nothing more than finding the classroom she needed so desperately.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Hermione looked up. A tall and sturdy boy stood before her, eyeing her with interest. She remembered him from the start-of-term feast – he was one of the older Gryffindors, who had greeted her warmly. Hermione noticed, once again, that he was rather handsome.

"I – I can't find my classroom," she answered in a small voice, wiping away her tears clumsily. The boy smiled kindly and offered her a tissue.

"First-year, aren't you?" he asked as Hermione blew her nose. "That's always difficult. What classroom are you looking for?"

"Transfiguration, and I think I'm already late," Hermione wailed desperately and got to her feet.

"Come on." The boy took her hand. "I'll take you there."

They set off in silence. Hermione wondered quietly why he was so kind to her – most of the other students, mostly other first-years, had been rather nasty to her, maybe because she was such a bookworm. But Hermione loved books, she couldn't help it. They were so much better friends than the other students, as books wouldn't let her down. They came to a halt in front of a heavy wooden door.

"There we are," the boy said.

"Thank you for your help," Hermione answered, smiling shyly. He really was handsome.

"You're quite welcome, Miss…?"

"Granger. Hermione Granger."

"I'm Oliver Wood." He shook her hand. "You'd better get inside now, or you'll really be late."

"You're right. I guess I'll see you…sometime."

"Of course you will." Oliver winked at her and left. Hermione looked after him for a while.

"Oliver Wood," she whispered to herself, before she entered the classroom for Transfiguration.

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